And Nemesis in the person of Peruna was indeed approaching. The outlaw crept up out of the draw behind the contemplative half-breed, and, leaping upon his back, plunged his knife in McKee"s neck, with a fierce thrust, into which he concentrated all his hatred for the humiliation he had endured.
With a stifled cry Buck struggled to his feet to face his a.s.sailant, drawing his gun instinctively. The knife had bitten too deeply, however. With a groan he fell; weakly he tried to level his gun, his finger twitching convulsively at the trigger. Peruna waited to see if he had strength enough to fire. A sneering smile added to the evil appearance of his face. Seeing Buck helpless, he s.n.a.t.c.hed the gun from his hand. Then he turned his victim over so he could reach the pocket of his waistcoat. With the blood-stained knife he ripped open the cloth and extracted a roll of paper and money. Peruna was kneeling beside the body of his former friend, when a voice drawled:
"Drop that knife!"
Peruna jumped up with a grunt of dismay to see Slim Hoover sitting on horseback, with his revolver held upright, ready for use.
Peruna hesitated: "Drop it!" ordered Slim sharply, slightly lowering the gun.
Peruna tossed away the knife with a snarl.
"I"ll take care of your friend"s bundle, and the papers and money you took from his pocket. Drop them. I didn"t figure on gettin" back to business as soon as I got home, but you never can tell. Can you?"
The last remark was addressed to his deputy, Timber Wiggins, who had joined him.
"This yere"s Timber Wiggins, deputy sheriff from Pinal County,"
explained Slim, for Peruna"s enlightenment. "Mr. Wiggins, will you take care of this friend of mine?" continued the Sheriff, glancing from Peruna, who looked at him stolidly, to Wiggins. "I reckon he"s been doin" something naughty."
The two men dismounted, keeping the outlaw covered and watching his every glance.
"Anything to oblige," replied Wiggins, who had solemnly entered with Slim into his a.s.sumed formality.
Wiggins stepped behind Peruna, and reaching forward, removed Buck"s gun from the outlaw"s holster, which had been empty since Buck, earlier in the day, had taken his revolver after he had insulted Echo.
"Anything to oblige," said Wiggins to Slim. Then to Peruna he commanded: "Let"s take a walk. You first. I"m noted for my politeness."
"You might tie him up some," suggested Slim.
"I sure will," answered the deputy, as he marched his prisoner toward the corral.
Slim hastened to the side of the fallen man, and turned him over on his back to get a glimpse of Peruna"s victim. He saw that Buck was still breathing although mortally wounded, the blood gushing from his mouth.
McKee recognized the Sheriff. "Hullo! when did you git back?" he asked.
"Jes" now. Is this your money?" said Slim, holding the roll in front of McKee"s eyes.
"No; it"s your"n. Part o" what I took from "Ole Man" Terrill. The idee o" not recognizin" your own property!" McKee grinned at his joke on the Sheriff. "I held the old man up, and that"s all there is to it."
"Who was with you?" asked Slim. "There was two."
McKee was silent.
"Bud Lane was the other man," hazarded Slim.
"No--" began Buck, but Slim interrupted him.
"He was with you that night. He came to the weddin" with you. It ain"t no use in denyin" it. I"ve been thinkin" it all out. I was fooled by Jack"s pacing hoss. You and Bud--"
Here McKee interrupted with a solemn denial. Whether from a desire to foil the Sheriff, whom he knew was Bud"s rival in love, and so thought him the young man"s enemy, or from the benevolent spirit induced by the recent contemplation of his virtues, McKee was impelled to give an account of the murder which very convincingly indicated Bud as a protesting catspaw, rather than a consenting accomplice.
At the end of the story he smiled grimly:
"So while you were out o" the county on a wil"-goose chase after an inercent man, Peruna, he goes loco on paten"-medicine, an" gits the guilty party. Joke"s on you, Slim. I nomernate Peruna fer nex"
sheriff."
Exhausted with the effort and pain of talking, McKee dropped his head upon Hoover"s broad breast in a faint. Hoover bore him down to the spring, and bathed his wound and mouth. McKee revived, and in broken phrases, which were accompanied with blood from his pierced lungs frothing out of his mouth, continued his observations on the ridiculous and unfortunate mistake Peruna made in killing him.
"d.a.m.n" fool--"s bes" fren"--I would herd--"th low-down intellecks--nev"
"preciated--no chance--to be firs"-cla.s.s--bad man."
And so Buck McKee, desperado, died like many another ambitious soul, with expressions of disappointment on his lips.
CHAPTER XVII
A New Deal
Bud Lane, returning to camp, saw the returned Sheriff supporting the dying murderer of Terrill, and listening to what was undoubtedly his confession. He stole away before he was observed.
"It"s all up with me," he thought. "Buck has told him. Slim hates me along o" Polly. I"ll get away from here" to-night."
He met Polly by the mess-wagon.
At once she saw that something had happened. Bud was deathly pale. He trembled when she spoke to him.
"Why, what on earth is the matter?" she asked.
"Nothing. I--" answered Bud, glancing about him, as if seeking some way to escape.
"You"re looking mighty pale--are you sick?" persisted the girl.
"Slim Hoover--he"s back--" Bud could scarcely speak. His throat was parched. Beads of perspiration stood on his forehead.
"What!" cried Polly joyfully. "Is Jack with him?"
"Listen here," exclaimed the young wooer. "Slim"s heard about our goin" to get married, and he"s sworn to shoot me at sight--" It was a lame, halting explanation, but the best Bud could invent on the spur of the moment. He wanted to get away to have time to think.
"I don"t believe it!" replied Polly indignantly. "Why, Slim--"
In his excitement Bud would not let her continue her defense of the Sheriff.
"It"s so. He"s plum locoed. The sun mus" have tetched his brains out in the desert," he explained, with rapid invention. "I don"t want no run-in with a crazy man. I might have to shoot, an" Slim"s been a good fr"en" of mine. So I"m going to keep out of his way for a while. I"ll ride over to the railroad."
Polly could not comprehend this strange behavior of Bud. Thinking to make him tell her his trouble by taunting him with cowardice, she asked:
"Say, look here, are you scared of Slim Hoover? Just let me handle him."